Friday morning I got up, made some coffee, and I sat in the living room by the fire. I opened a book and read. One of the cats came and curled up on the sofa next to me.
A decade ago this would have been the greatest of luxuries. I would have gotten up earlier, put on slacks, shirt, tie and coat and taken the freeway to my office, where I would have begun what would be a 9 or 10 hour day. Since retiring about eight years ago, that’s all changed. Getting up in the morning, reading a while before I do much of anything else, except light that fire and get the coffee, is a common event and I don’t usually give it much thought.
For some reason I thought of it yesterday, and felt the happiness of a simple pleasure: doing something I enjoy in a pleasant, safe, warm, comfortable place. Thank God for books, cats, fireplaces and rainy mornings. Thank God for simple pleasures.